The Golden Boy's Girl {Complete} {undergoing SEVERE editing}

{Chapter 2} Time To Stand Up To The Lecherous Hoe

Chapter 2~Time to Stand Up to The Lecherous Hoe 

Fayelynn

I had a study block at the end of the day so I always finished my work there, but sometimes I just left early to pick up Mikey and head to Delilah’s for my shift, just like I did that today. I walked to Mikey’s bus stop, toke him home and gave him something to eat while he told me about his day. I listened intently as he told me about the game he and his best friends, Lily and Tommy played at recess.

“So, Lily and Tommy and I went to the little playhouse at the playground and we played this game where Lili and I were Living in the house and Tommy was our son, but then Tommy got bored of us bossing us around and he blew the house down like the wolf in the “Three Little Pigs” and Lily and I yelled at him. So then we went to play soccer and Lily was wearing a new dress and Tommy splattered mud on her and she started crying because she said that she wasn’t beautiful anymore and so I gave her a flower and told her that she would always be beautiful, mud and all” Mikey finished his story and at that last sentence I chocked on the cookie that I was munching on. Mikey immediately panicked and got me a glass of water.

“What’s wrong Faye? Are you choking? Should I call 911?” He questioned concerned

I tried to stop coughing but my laughter bubbled up at the adorable puppy love. I had no choice but to try to cover it with another cough. When I finally stopped I looked down to see the boy staring up at my anxiously and I smiled at him. His eyes, bright. So hopeful… the world was still new and amazing to him and it was filled with adventure and love. Though I tried to be his sister, mom, dad and brother and all the family he would need I knew that deep down I couldn’t fill in the void of his mother’s love, or his father’s looks that were filled with pride. I would try, try my hardest. He was the only thing keeping me alive. I had to stay strong. I can’t let my little brother see me like last night. NO! I can never go back to that, especially after what happened last year. I need to protect him from the demons. Our demons, my demons.

“Faye?”

I snapped out of my thoughts and took a breath, “Yeah, Mikey- Ikey?”

“Can I go to Delilah’s with you today?” he looked at me with those hopeful eyes. How could I say no?

“Sure! Why don’t you bring your homework and some coloring with you?”

“Can I bring my book too?”

“Absolutely! Just bring a bag to carry it in. It looks like it might rain again.” I glanced out the window to see the cloudy stormy sky.

“Okay, Fayely!” He skipped at me and I smiled at the retreating figure. If only you knew how much I depend on you, Mikey, without you I would be six feet underground by now. Forgotten. I went to my room to pull out my black pants and white shirt for work. Mikey met me downstairs and hand and hand, we walked to the little restaurant we called our second home.

“Hey Fayelynn, hey Mikey!” Christy greeted us, seated at the little bar, going through expenses and paychecks. Christy Robinson was my idol. At 5.5ft she had jet black hair with blond streaks in them various tattoos decorated her body and she had chocolate brown eyes. She was raised in an abusive household, living with her aunt and uncle because her parents abandoned her. At age 7 her loving aunt died and that left her uncle to drugs and her and her two cousins to raise themselves. Her cousins, being 10 years older than her, toke the wrong path and one died of a drug overdose while the other was placed in jail for manslaughter. Christy learned from them, contacting social services and left that house. She bounced around in foster homes for a while and was straying from the straight and narrow, and then she met Chris. Chris was 6ft 4in, blond hair, and blue eyes. The all American boy. He was Christy’s savior. They met in their senior year of high school; promptly fell in love and after graduation they inherited Delilah’s from Chris’s grandfather. The perfect all American love story. Of course, they had their disagreements and fought and bickered constantly but any fool could see how whipped Chris was and how deeply in love Christy was. Christy also knew the truth about my dad and mom and home and she was the closest thing I had to a best friend. I sat Mikey down at a little booth in the corner and kissed him on the forehead.